Violet
Two weeks later, I got a text from my dad that Aero was picking me up to take me to the compound. This meant I got to see the deliciousness that was Jasper Campbell twice this week. No one was home, so I planned to have a little fun with him before we headed to the cabin.
I heard the roar of his pipes and rushed downstairs, pulling open the door as he set his helmet on the seat, grinning at me from the driveway.
“Get in here,” I demanded, but he took his time and I grabbed his cut, pulling him inside, slamming the door and throwing myself against him.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me. “Hey.”
“Hi. You’re my chauffeur, apparently.”
“Yeah.”
“Do we have time?”
“No, baby, your dad wants you locked down.”
I frowned. “Crap, really?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I’ll grab my bag.” I ran upstairs and grabbed the bag I’d packed earlier, then locked the house up and followed Aero to his bike, throwing my leg over the seat.
“What the fuck are you doin’?” Aero growled.
“I thought you were taking me to the cabin.”
“Get off the bike, Violet.”
I frowned. “My dad’s not going to question me arriving at your back, honey. He’s demanded it.”
“Get off the goddammed bike,” he ordered, and I climbed off. “I never want to see you do that again.”
Humiliated to the very core of my being, I nodded, grabbing my keys out of my bag and unlocking my car door. Sliding in, I started the engine and peeled out of my driveway. I didn’t wait to find out if he was following me. Quite frankly, I didn’t give a shit.
I was so done with this sneaking around, but there was no reason why I couldn’t be at his back unless he didn’t feel the same level of commitment I did. God, I’d been so wrong about all of this. Living in my stupid love bubble like the naïve little girl I was.
